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The Journal, like a well-meant New Year’s resolution, has been forgotten. The writer is tired and his brain is stubborn. The discipline he has demanded of his students is lacking in himself. Sorting through, classifying, scrutinizing every thought and stray emotion is as disinteresting as it is difficult. The Journal is to the mind what... Read More
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Leaps and bounds over emerald hillsides, Drinking summertime’s wine; Oh the days of cerulean heavens, Up, up and alive; Strings are loosed – imagination wings away… Taste a cloud – and savor it another day… Like a word that is whispered upon the breeze, Free, innocent child; Swept away from the halcyon yesterdays To a... Read More
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Worry is a hamster wheel. Round and round and round it goes, squeaking all the while, as we leap breathlessly to the next rung, accomplishing so much of nothing. Like a drug, it penetrates our mind and soon the molehills are mountains, the sky is the sea, and drops of rain are transformed from tears... Read More
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After a late start out of Edison, NJ, and a tiring luggage haul through Penn Station, I finally settled in a comfortable car headed north through Poughkeepsie and into Hudson. We followed the Hudson River the entire trip, with its snake-like windings glistening in the midday sun, and I was surprised at how enchanting its... Read More
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The Sugar of Vanity, The Honey of Truth
“The sugar of vanity, the honey of truth” -Mary Oliver Having sipped the froth off of a malt-barley day and having taken into account every mortal thing, I sit and I weep. They are tears of salt-mourning that come because no one longs for truth. Men that felt hot lead in their heart and cold... Read More
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Midnight slumber flows thick through slient room; Well-dressed, well-kept, and well-nigh destitute Of hope that spurns the weary soul to sing. Eyes, long-dry, crammed tightly against a brain That throbs and throbs as insanity beats His painful rhythym, open to behold Nothing, save the fear of reality. Fear, and an empty room where once lay... Read More
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Sunlight fades, and now decends the unnamed fear that haunts both mind and body with a horrible horror-untamed, unaccepted, believed and all essentially true. But beauty bursts upon the scene and takes away breath, stops a heart and opens tired eyes. Somewhere a stream is flowing and covering a dry, parched soul; and most surely... Read More
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The entire universe is swallowed up in frozen cream Scooped from heaven and heaped upon treetops. Children bury naked hands deep and let the beauty Burn its icy heat beneath the unending whiteness. Diamonds plunge earthward onto eager tongues, Dissolving instantly into innocent laughter As pure as the untouched flake from the silver sky, Hanging,... Read More
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I’m afraid Christianity has become a killer. In all fairness, this needs to be rephrased. Genuine Christianity is not to blame here; that which our Lord taught is beautiful and right. But a misnomer has taken place and that which was once true Christianity – an honest following after Christ – has been substituted with... Read More
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Because we must face truth. We must procure a reason for our fear, for our weakness. He does not settle for lies or convenient phrases, but for TRUTH – truth so pure and so stark that self in never comfortable. And the real truth is that we are utterly without hope. So our hatred is... Read More
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God commanded me, Jeremiah, to go and plead with Jerusalem and tell them these words: “I remember the kind nation you were when you were young. I remember the love we shared when you were willing to follow Me into a wild and unsettled land. You were pure and you were Mine, and I considered... Read More
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Hatred is the most alone feeling; it tears itself away from everything including those who indulge it. Red hot hatred that stirs at any provocation can do nothing but sear the bearer of its rage; it has taken from those who possess it any sense of decency, because with it comes a sense of meaninglessness.... Read More
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With silent footfalls and a brisk wind She swept her velvet cloak down into the sunset valley, Leaving a perfumed scent of the dusk; And, teetering on the edge of midnight, Dove forward into dying day.
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The night is bright here with an artificial light. Stale, crisp blue and orange lights flood the hard edges of the trucks and cement, making everything pale and unnaturally colored. The night is also quiet save the enormous growl and snarl of long wide-eyed monsters – dirty, smoking and tired. The air moves inconspicuously from... Read More
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I stood atop the roof of my school building today, the building in which I teach freedom and love, and I watched as the horizon was smudged with the thick, black smoke of terror and hatred. The hallways echoed with tragedy and children looked out the window at nothing, perhaps visualizing a scenario, almost unthinkable... Read More
Hello, I’m Jesse.
